A Flood of Biblical Proportions

Hello readers! I know it has been quite a while since my last post, but there are many posts to come explaining why there have not been any posts. But before I explain, I want to finish the story about my grandmother's death. So once I wrap up her story, I will write what else has been happening with me.

So after the initially shock of my mom telling me that Maw-Maw was dead, and witnessing God's love in one of the toughest times of my life, I had to face what the next few days had in store for me and my family. Like I said in the previous post, I was out of town when I heard the news, so the next part of my journey was coming back home. The ride home was difficult to say the absolute least. I had calmed down a bit, but I was scared because I knew that my family would be sad which would cause me to also be sad. I knew that more tears would be soon to come and I just did not want to face that moment.

We arrived at my house and I made my way to my front door. My parents opened the door and they seemed to be doing okay, but I knew I could not stop what would happen next. Immediately, I dove into their arms and began to sob. Before this time, I had not cried because I was sad in quite a while. As I was comforted by my parents I was reminded of stories like Job sobbing after loosing everything he had and Jesus praying before he was handed over to be crucified as He cried tears of blood. All of the sadness of the situation hit me harder than it had before and it resulted in a flood of tears.

I made my way over to my brother and sister and we all comforted each other and we all cried. I sat down and played my guitar while I cried and cried. The tears rolled down my face as fast as my eyes could form them. At this point I knew what true sadness felt like.

The next day was Saturday. I gathered with some of my friends from church and they helped me tremendously. Much like the family I was staying with the previous day, they showed Christ's love by just being with me and comforting me.

With a lifted spirit, my family and I woke up Easter Sunday knowing that we had a six hour drive up to Georgia right after the church service. The service began with worship. Almost as soon as the first song started so did the floodgates open. As I looked to my left, my entire family was in tears. Being in the presence of God that morning was comforting. Through the tears, God brought our family together. Was there still sadness? You bet! Most of all, however, there was peace. Peace that only comes from the Lord...eternal comfort is a beautiful thing.

As you read posts that are soon to come, find those who are in need of comfort or in need of a friend. Pray for them, and be a friend. Let us love each other as Christ called us to love.

Romans 8:31-39